Castle on your feet

[Sam]

Black crow stares at me
What does he wants from me
He always gives me something
A piece of shit that may be

Collecting grains of sand with my hand
Creating a warm dream of hopes
Dirty palms and dirty legs
Building a castle on your feet

Everyday I walk out of my home
I see the sky
Beware of the gun in my pocket
I will kill you as a fly

Collecting values and begging you please
Cold desire burns up and cease
Clean heart and clean thoughts
Building a castle on your feet

Castle is standing now
Proud and shroud
It hides and heals your pain
In the end, in the end